by VICTORIA
The winding walkway leading to me is success. There is a strange door and the first thing to see is my living room where I share through communication. If you go farther back you’ll see my kitchen that’s cold like ice cream and red like hot sauce. Upstairs to the right is my room where on the walls are revealed my secrets and my imagination. To the left is my bathroom where my most precarious items are. And if you go on top of the house you’ll see my dreams but you have to stand on top of the house to see my limit.
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